I gave her the commands. Together, we counted, "and one, and two, and three, and…" My voice was huskier than I wanted it to be.
She was the consummate professional. She didn't flinch through the whole exercise. I wanted to say the same about myself. At least I tried while we went through the entire process practically attached to one another. Captain would have my ass for this. I felt like such a prick. I was practically dry humping her. If she leaned back as much as half an inch, she would know just how turned on I was.
I needed to think about baseball. Yes, lots of baseball. How about that UM game? I wondered if she was turned on. I just wanted to press my body up against her, gently stroke her skin, and kiss her neck. I needed to stop thinking about that. Sports, Sports Center, ESPN, football, baseball, grandmothers. That was what I needed to think about. I had to clear my head of all other thoughts. We were almost done with the demonstration. Get a grip . I thought about the look of disappointment on Captain's face. Yep, that definitely did it.
At the end of class, she was nearly one of the last participants to come up for her CPR card.
Seeing an opportunity to have her stay a little longer, I said, "Um, Daniela, would you mind helping me put away the equipment?" I sounded like a dork, but she had me flustered.
Needless to say, I was conflicted. This was my job and reputation. I had to apologize before she filed a formal complaint. It wasn't just that though. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to get to know her a little better. I quickly glanced at her left hand and noticed she didn't have a ring on her finger. Now, I needed to know if she was available, hopefully without freaking her out and risking my job.
"Sure, and it's Dani," she said, smiling as she looked at my shirt. "And you're Lieutenant Lucas."
"Liam, but we can keep it formal, and you can refer to me as Lieutenant." I winked.
"Absolutely, Lieutenant." She laughed.
As we started putting away the supplies, I asked, "So, Dani, have you done this before?"
"Done what? Help clean up or CPR?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet, as she tilted her head to the side.
Hot damn, she's flirting with me.
"What?" I responded, my voice low and husky. "Do you mean to tell me that I'm not your first? Damn, I can't believe you've helped others clean up. I'm jealous."
"Oh, don't be jealous." She went to put something in the closet. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You're the first CPR instructor that I've helped, and I've had a lot of them. It goes with the territory."
I reclined against the table with my arms crossed in front of me. "Oh, so there've been other instructors. I'm not sure I can handle that."
"Yep, but none that I've helped." Fluttering her eyelashes, she shrugged her shoulders.
"I feel a little better, but I'm still jealous."
Shit. I wanted to drag her over to me and pull her in close. Her playfulness was sexy as hell. She had the most amazing smile. She kept looking at me, shaking her head slightly. I wanted to know what she was thinking.
Out of nowhere, she confessed, "I'm so sorry for reading earlier. It was wrong and very rude of me." She had that look of anguish again. "I was just at a really good part in the book, and it was hard for me to put it down. I know what you're thinking…" She hung her head in shame. "My friends staged an intervention, and I'm aware that I need to go to Kindle Rehab to find balance, but it's so hard when I'm Team Kindle, all the way."
I laughed softly and smiled. I like her. "Actually, I need to apologize to you. I—"
"Please." She shook her head and smiled.
I wasn't ready for her to leave. "We're done here, but I'd really love to hear about the book that has you in knots. Maybe we could grab coffee at the Starbucks around the corner, so you could fill me in?"
She checked the time and looked disappointed. "I would really love to, but my friends are waiting for me. We're having a girls' night
She was the consummate professional. She didn't flinch through the whole exercise. I wanted to say the same about myself. At least I tried while we went through the entire process practically attached to one another. Captain would have my ass for this. I felt like such a prick. I was practically dry humping her. If she leaned back as much as half an inch, she would know just how turned on I was.
I needed to think about baseball. Yes, lots of baseball. How about that UM game? I wondered if she was turned on. I just wanted to press my body up against her, gently stroke her skin, and kiss her neck. I needed to stop thinking about that. Sports, Sports Center, ESPN, football, baseball, grandmothers. That was what I needed to think about. I had to clear my head of all other thoughts. We were almost done with the demonstration. Get a grip . I thought about the look of disappointment on Captain's face. Yep, that definitely did it.
At the end of class, she was nearly one of the last participants to come up for her CPR card.
Seeing an opportunity to have her stay a little longer, I said, "Um, Daniela, would you mind helping me put away the equipment?" I sounded like a dork, but she had me flustered.
Needless to say, I was conflicted. This was my job and reputation. I had to apologize before she filed a formal complaint. It wasn't just that though. I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to get to know her a little better. I quickly glanced at her left hand and noticed she didn't have a ring on her finger. Now, I needed to know if she was available, hopefully without freaking her out and risking my job.
"Sure, and it's Dani," she said, smiling as she looked at my shirt. "And you're Lieutenant Lucas."
"Liam, but we can keep it formal, and you can refer to me as Lieutenant." I winked.
"Absolutely, Lieutenant." She laughed.
As we started putting away the supplies, I asked, "So, Dani, have you done this before?"
"Done what? Help clean up or CPR?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet, as she tilted her head to the side.
Hot damn, she's flirting with me.
"What?" I responded, my voice low and husky. "Do you mean to tell me that I'm not your first? Damn, I can't believe you've helped others clean up. I'm jealous."
"Oh, don't be jealous." She went to put something in the closet. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You're the first CPR instructor that I've helped, and I've had a lot of them. It goes with the territory."
I reclined against the table with my arms crossed in front of me. "Oh, so there've been other instructors. I'm not sure I can handle that."
"Yep, but none that I've helped." Fluttering her eyelashes, she shrugged her shoulders.
"I feel a little better, but I'm still jealous."
Shit. I wanted to drag her over to me and pull her in close. Her playfulness was sexy as hell. She had the most amazing smile. She kept looking at me, shaking her head slightly. I wanted to know what she was thinking.
Out of nowhere, she confessed, "I'm so sorry for reading earlier. It was wrong and very rude of me." She had that look of anguish again. "I was just at a really good part in the book, and it was hard for me to put it down. I know what you're thinking…" She hung her head in shame. "My friends staged an intervention, and I'm aware that I need to go to Kindle Rehab to find balance, but it's so hard when I'm Team Kindle, all the way."
I laughed softly and smiled. I like her. "Actually, I need to apologize to you. I—"
"Please." She shook her head and smiled.
I wasn't ready for her to leave. "We're done here, but I'd really love to hear about the book that has you in knots. Maybe we could grab coffee at the Starbucks around the corner, so you could fill me in?"
She checked the time and looked disappointed. "I would really love to, but my friends are waiting for me. We're having a girls' night
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